Mind Song
You do not see where I am.
Nor where I have been.
Only the shadow...
of my have been.
In fullness of alternative realities
I live and wonder quest dream.
In sights mind sound
a world by blind unseen.
Where few dare flare
alas leavened of life.
Have ever been.
I live with mindsong.
The hand of yesterday’s child
passing over dimension’s evolving
change reaches out to touch me.
Lingering in spirit moods relics
dusted alive from out the past.
The hand of tomorrow
reaches back to grasp enfold
lift carry. Dust off dulled eyes
with dreams wonder yet unborn.
Clasp unfastened at intervals
gives sight images beyond
between interposing door.
I am child of both future past.
Walking at one through byways. Lanes
linking both ever in my present.
Walking onward with a Heartbeat Apart
just out of step sequential time.
Resting on a moments difference.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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